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"Ah... ahh..."
How many times has this happened...
My whole body is wet with sweat and my moisture deprived head is hazy.
"Dear Hideyoshi! Quit already! I can't hold you any longer!
Shinto wiped my sweat and gave me a drink of the water nearby.
Drink it all at once with Gokugoku. The water, which had been abandoned for a while in a room on a summer day, was raw and warm, something that could never taste good, but it seemed to be a good drug in my throat, and I finally felt the "voice" coming back.
And I turned my face faithfully sorry,
"Sorry... apparently we can't talk about the 'future'"
And all I could do was apologize for that inability to limit my abilities.
Before I realized the limitations of my abilities, I talked about myself faithfully.
What I've come from the future. In fact, the "contents" must be 17 years old.
What I like to learn about the history of this era, called the Warring Age...
And when I tried to talk to him about the future - that is, the near future - I lost my "voice" in the next moment when I wondered if my throat had hit me strong enough to burn.
That's not once. It was the same thing over and over again.
And that limitation seems to be the same as writing, which has already been experimented with. I've only tried it once because my whole body stopped moving, not my mouth the most, because we were unnecessarily bad.
In other words, it turns out it's impossible to tell others about the "future" that only I know.
It's hard to remember me...
Yeah, I just had to switch heads.
"Hmm, but Hideyoshi's contents must only be found to come from a distant future."
And he's also told me about Shinji.
What a good one.
I was violently moved now.
I can't believe I could even talk to you about reciprocity like this, even though it's touching to just meet a great man I admire.
I was just able to take pictures with the idol I admired.
"You can die on me!
And I thought I figured out a little bit what it was like to be a girl who was exaggerating.
I apologized in my heart to my idol fan classmates who can't even remember my face saying I'm sorry I made a fool of myself then...
In the midst of all that crap, it seems that the faithful were thinking about the next thing.
"So... is it okay to state Hideyoshi's views? But if it's going to be difficult, stop it immediately."
"Okay, let's try it"
"Then I'll start with a quick question."
Faithfulness was a nervous face, facing me.
If I suffer again... then I guess he feels unwanted responsibility.
Once again I admired its honesty.
He asked me slowly.
"Which do you see as the dominance, Lord Uchifu (about Jiayang Tokugawa) or Lord Jibe (about Sansei Ishida)?
I swallowed my spit.
To be honest, I'm so scared...
The inability to speak was a painful thing I had never felt before. The fear is burning in my heart.
I shook my voice with courage.
"... Jia Kang..."
I could tell you!
I could tell you!!
What I was able to say about the perception of history is of great significance.
Because it means I can speak politically and militarily.
I'm the puppet, but my "words" have a very big impact.
It's also a testament to the fact that I have a chance to make history work.
Regardless of the assumption that someone will listen to my words...
But anyway, this is a great pleasure.
"Yikes!!
I made a gutsy pose and faithfully followed my fist.
"What does that mean?
Faithfulness stays with a strange look on its face.
"Faith Palace! When you share joy in my time, you keep your fists and fists together! Sa!"
"Yes!
Faithfulness gives me a fist, with a slight blur.
Such a nasty fist that I don't think of him as a thin line.
He won't even be able to imagine that this fist will be waved in the near future, just to protect me.
I pointed my fist at that fist and hit it gently.
Kotsun!
A dry little noise stuck inside the room.
"Hehe! Ha ha!
I couldn't help but laugh.
Sometimes it was interesting to see the joy of admiring Shinzuki Maida and communicating with him, and the appearance of his great husband Shinzuki Maida.
But most importantly, I couldn't wait to see who I could talk to about the future.
Seeing how happy I was like that, I was faithfully and happily reddening my cheeks slightly and narrowing my eyes.
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After laughing for a while, Shinobu began to talk calmly about what was to come against me without excitement or cooling down.
"Well... Master Hideyoshi. I'm happy to be able to talk to you, too.
However, I'm not very happy with the answer to "Inner Prefecture Advantage". "
The tone seems a little obstinate, but the expression is mild. In other words, he will also be familiar with the fact that the current situation is not good for the Sang Dynasty.
I say what I find, like I chase him like that. From an innocent smile earlier, with a strange and harsh look.
"You have no choice. The only name on my side with a chest collar open to Lord Jibu is Lord Okiya."
My light pointer brings up a faithfully obvious stunner color that barely changed my expression until earlier. And it appeared in words.
"This surprised me.
I didn't know you knew that... "
"Hmm! Try that on me, it's common sense. Don't be a warring maniac!
"What is a...?
Shit... you can't pass on Katakana words...
You have to be careful with your choice of words.
I'm sorry, I meant "you."
"Ha? What is' Tata '?
"As it is, well, whatever it is! Anyway, I'm familiar with the situation.
More about the future than that, right? It's important. "
That's what's important now.
And at this time, I had already decided on my future policy.
There will be only a few things in my mind that I can trust in front of me. But keeping my policy clear seemed important given my future relationship with him.
What is that policy…
I take sides with the Tokugawa family.
It was.
And when he tried to speak of it, the mischief of fate or the mouth of the faithful opened only a moment earlier. He's been bowing his head and begging in such a firm tone that he won't let me pinch his mouth.
"Dear Hideyoshi, if you take sides with Lord Jibu, would you please declare it! This faithful, lifelong favor!
Quietly raised his face, he stares straight at him with strong eyes that do not make him say yes or no.
I was surprised to see his favorite weapon, the cross spear, stuck to my chest, and I lost my word.